Album : No Control
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It's a love song to the self
A story recapped every day
It's a world of bogus feelings and
A world of slow decay
It's a world of laughter hidden
By this world of fear and torment
It's a game of strange compulsion
Our visceral convulsion

Anxiety for love of life
Anxiety for pain
Anxiety a feeling that you know you can't contain
(A fear that you have nothing more to gain)
Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man
Foundation of society
Anxiety
Suppress it if you can

The caste of coffee-achievers didn't perform like they planned
The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan
So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep
Tomorrow's the redemption
We strive for that exception

What are we angry for?
We all need a common cure
That common goal for which you strive
To have more than the other guy

The quest for truth
The quest for gold
We end up all the same
The common lie
The righteous cry
We end up all the same
The angry crowd
Those lost and found
Everybody's all the same

The poet's pen
These words I lend
We all bend to anxiety
It's a love song to the self   A story recapped every day   It's a world of bogus feelings and    A world of slow decay   It's a world of laughter hidden    By this world of fear and torment   It's a game of strange compulsion   Our visceral convulsion      Anxiety for love of life   Anxiety for pain   Anxiety a feeling that you know you can't contain   (A fear that you have nothing more to gain)   Anxiety destroys us but it drives the common man   Foundation of society   Anxiety   Suppress it if you can      The caste of coffee-achievers didn't perform like they planned   The morning rush hour traffic is our play of false elan   So run around your frantic track and lay you down to sleep   Tomorrow's the redemption   We strive for that exception      What are we angry for?   We all need a common cure   That common goal for which you strive   To have more than the other guy      The quest for truth    The quest for gold   We end up all the same   The common lie   The righteous cry   We end up all the same   The angry crowd   Those lost and found   Everybody's all the same      The poet's pen    These words I lend   We all bend to anxiety
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